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At rest

I feel so comforted within this fog.
Inside this chilly cloud I neither feel lost,
Nor found.

The brisk air fills my lungs,
And helps my spirit breathe easier.

I feel attracted to this enveloping darkness.
Inside the chilly arms of foggy spirits,
I neither feel alive,
Nor dead.




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